The Music In Me (Brittana)

August

July rolled past quickly after the night of the party and before Santana knew it, it was already August.

Brittany and Santana talked to each other at work, but that was about it. Santana needed a way to get Brittany's attention again.

"Table eight, Santana!" Santana heard Brittany's yell and headed over to table eight, snapping out of her zoned out thoughts. Santana whistled a little bit, sneaking a glance a couple tables over at the enticing blonde, who laughed as she served a group of girls. Santana listened as an old couple ordered spaghetti to share.

Santana rolled her eyes as a short blonde girl walked into Breadstix in uniform, clocking in, "Hey, Britt!" Brittany waved over at Kitty, smiling.

Oh yeah, Kitty started working at Breadstix. That had really pissed Santana off. Breadstix was so supposed to be her and Brittany's place, not Brittany's stupid girlfriend. Kitty flashed a fake sweet look Santana's way. "Bitch." Santana smiled as she insulted the blonde.

   "Britt, why do you even put up with her? She's like a little puppy following you around all the time. She's pathetic to watch." Brittany nodded, looking down at her feet as Santana sneaked a peak into the back room, listening in on Brittany and Kitty's conversation. The three girls were the only employees still in the building, as the restaurant was closed and Ken, the manager, had told them to close up.

   Santana stormed out of the restaurant, feeling a tear start to roll down her face.

Shit.

   She had been so concentrated on getting away from the room that she had forgotten her car keys in the back room. She heard a tiny voice from behind her and slowly turned around, crossing her arms, "Lookin for these?" Kitty jingled Santana's keychain, smirking at her.

   Santana grabbed over for her keys, but Kitty pulled her hand away laughing, "Give them back, you little bitch." Santana was met with an immediate slap to her face.

   "Don't call me a bitch just because you want my girlfriend." Kitty made a sarcastic pouty face.

   Santana clutched her face, the tears on her face increasing before she cried out, "I don't like your girlfriend, you crazy fucking bitch!"

   Kitty was really ticked off now. "I said, Don't. Call. Me. A. Bitch." Kitty kneed Santana in the Stomach before punching her square in the face. Santana fell on the concrete, crying miserably at the thought that Brittany would never have any sort of feelings for her.

   Speaking of which, where was Brittany? Shouldn't she had came out of the restaurant by now? Santana prayed Brittany would walk out the front door and catch Kitty in the act of beating her up, but unfortunately for her, Kitty ran away from the scene. The stupid bitch wasn't even old enough to drive yet.

   "Santana! What happened!?" Of course Brittany walked out as soon as her girlfriend wandered off.

"Your stupid thirteen year old girlfriend beat me up! That's what happened!" Brittany looked at Santana with a disbelieving look, shaking her head.

"She's fifteen and she would never do something like that, she's a good person! Why are you acting like this Santana?"

"Why am I acting like this? I'm the one who's all bruised up on the ground!"

Brittany scoffed as she opened her car door and hopped in before rolling down her window, "You can talk to me again when you get your shit together. I guess Kitty was right about you. Bye, Santana." Santana remained on the ground, groaning in frustration. Why couldn't Brittany just believe her?

Santana pulled into her driveway. Her mom wasn't home. She was never home. Taylor Swift was playing on the radio, so she decided to turn it up all the way. Tay-Tay was her favorite singer after all.

But I can see us lost in the memory
August slipped away into a moment in time
Cause it was never mine.

Santana felt tears rolling down her face for the second time in one day. It was one of her favorite songs and she could barely even sob out the lyrics.

And I can see us twisted in bedsheets
August slipped away like a bottle of wine
Cause you were never mine.

Santana heard a buzz from her phone. Maybe Brittany finally texted her! It had been a whole week since Kitty had hit her and Brittany had completely disregarded her.

Quinn: Hang out tn?

Santana felt a little bit let down, but also a little relieved at the same time.

Santana: Sure. Where?

Quinn: Geez, angry much?

Santana: Sorry. Just been having some problems lately.

Quinn: Ah. Brittany problems, I'm assuming!

Santana rolled her eyes.

Santana: Shut up. Where?

Quinn: Finn's house. We're having some people over.

Santana didn't really want to go, but she needed to take her mind off of Brittany for a little while.

Uh oh. Of course Brittany was at Quinn's house. Santana should have known that Quinn would plot to get her and Brittany near each other. No Kitty, though.

"Hey Quinnie! You look super hot." Santana cringed at her own words, then whispered, "Wanna help me make Brittany jealous? Please?" Quinn did not, in fact, feel like helping Santana make Brittany jealous. To be fair, Quinn was not a lesbian at all. But, she would do it for her friend.

Quinn felt extremely uncomfortable as Santana started to roam her hands around her body. Santana seemed to be getting a little bit too into feeling up her best friend. Santana brought her lips up to Quinn's ear, "Just get into it a little bit, Quinnie. I really want her to believe this."

Yes! Brittany finally looked over to the scene of Santana groping Quinn. Brittany's face was filled with a look of mixed disgust and disbelief. She felt a burning feeling in her chest as she strode over to Santana and Quinn.

"Santana, why are you always getting yourself into these weird situations?"

Santana feigned innocence, "What do you mean Brittany? I'm just having a little bit of fun! Why do you even care?"

Quinn had backed her way out of the room and ran away before an argument between Santana and Brittany started. "I care cuz you're making out with my friend, who is not at all a lesbian! Are you manipulating her or something?"

Santana giggled a little, "I'm not manipulating her. She wanted it! Shouldn't you be making out with your abusive little girlfriend?"

"She's not abusive! Stop lying about her!"

"Yeah, she totally didn't punch me!"

"Is that what this is about Santana? Are you jealous that Kitty and I have a happy and healthy relationship? Do you not want to see me happy?"

Santana couldn't believe Brittany's ignorance, "How do you not understand Brittany?! I like you!"